You walked up barefoot, salt still clinging to your skin. Hair in a knot like you’d run straight out of the wind. I was parked on a cooler, pretending I had a plan. Truth is, I’d been drifting for weeks. Then you hit that beat-up speaker ’til it found a rhythm. Said, “Man, quit staring at the tide, You look like you’re trying to vanish.” And something in the air started to shift. You cracked the night wide open, Calling my name like you needed me to hear it. Waves jumped the sand, the crowd leaned sideways, And suddenly I wasn’t drifting anymore. I don’t know how you did it, but right there on the shoreline, You hauled me back to where the living hang around. Atlantis found. Atlantis found. I’d been dragging months like a rope burn I couldn’t drop, Carrying half-built plans that never learned how to stop. I told you I lost my phone somewhere out in the reef. You said, “Let the ocean keep its trophies. It doesn’t get to keep your grief.” Your hand brushed mine like it didn’t mean a thing, But it rattled me more than the bassline shaking tin. Moon hung crooked like it needed a break, Funny how honesty shows up by mistake. The night split open again, But this time I knew it wasn’t the speakers lifting me. Your laugh punched a hole straight through my wall, And the whole beach rushed in like it had been waiting. My feet hit real ground for the first time in months, You pulled me out of the deep without saying a word. Atlantis found. Atlantis found. We weren’t chasing stories, no drowned city, no crown. Just two worn-out silhouettes trying not to fall down. By the tide where the beat shook the sky, You said, “You’re not sinking, you’re just tired tonight.” So we moved, half rhythm, half recovery, Stomping the shoreline like we were waking it up. And the sea leaned closer, Like it didn’t mind the mess. When the night cracked open one last time, I finally saw what you’d been seeing in me. I wasn’t lost, just dimmed, worn thin, Carrying too many days by myself. Somehow you spotted the part still trying to surface. And here I am, loud, sweating, alive in the chaos. Atlantis found. Atlantis found. Guess the lost city never mattered. Just someone who didn’t look away When I went quiet.
